Ted Sheridan

A Simple Twist Of Lemons

Like a blight of black flies
darkness had consumed my world.
A thousand mouths chewed my flesh
as they buzzed my every thought
with the pleasures
of a loaded Thirty-eight
and a liter of Imported Gin.
A permanent release from pain
was so simple,
point and
pull the trigger.
Alas, my brother
it will be an end to your anguished life
and the beginning of your eternal Hell,
for Hell offers no such escape.
said the Man in the shroud,
as he offered me another drink.

©2007 tedgsheridan

Poem Submitted: Monday, February 5, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, January 8, 2011

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  • Allemagne RoßmannAllemagne Roßmann (9/29/2011 12:44:00 AM)

    very well written..enjoyed

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  • Ben Gieske (7/14/2007 9:06:00 AM)

    Sounds like the difference between the slow way and the quick way to go, neither one desireable. You certainly have a knack of presenting images sharp and clear, no mistanderstanding the message. The title tells a lot. Ben

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  • Dee Daffodil (2/19/2007 9:32:00 AM)

    Ok Ted...this is two poems I've read now about pulling the trigger and I'm gettin a little woried my friend...
    Hugs,
    Dee

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